When Hank came to join our family at the wee age of 7 weeks old, we knew immediately that he would be the “goodest of boys” that ever lived. Hank loved to jump on the trampoline with his humans littles, take car rides to the beach, and get belly rubs. He loved when his mom-mom would come to visit, and his favorite snack was Twizzlers.
As loyal as they come, Hank was never more than an arm’s length away at any given moment. Even as his body grew weak and tired, he would still muster up the last little bit of his strength to be next to his momma.